Never mind that it all condensed form of water but this empty hour makes you wonder how glorious it would feel to tread lightly, or maybe walk barefoot, or tiptoe, or maybe even rub your sole just a little on cotton candy clouds. This won't do justice at all but let me remind you over and over, older self, how beautiful it is from up here and how no one should ever lose that sense of wonder.
3/3/2013
Written on the back of my boarding pass
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